was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup Switched up
The gat going up tonight giddy up We copping that game at the drop of a dime Cause really where I'm at Scandalous, peeping the foes You gotta know the signs Load 'em up
one brick short of a load now brother You're one shot away from a bulls-eye You are missing the mark on your spiritual walk You started walking away now you're sinking Into the deep, wake up
thinkin bout them snitches and shit its hard as a bitch but i gives a fuck i swag threw the six with my pistols up brick boy click put ya pistols up
the moon BRIDGE: When will I wake up? Why did we break up? When will we make up? CHORUS: When money grows on trees People live in peace Everyone agrees
(feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole) [Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes
real, light it up for em. Ya Know I hope you aint to tired to cry, And I hope u know u aint never to live to die. Listen, I grew up where them people
stroll Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold If I had to guess, just right, not a day old Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load
Jackson Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson You should leave your boyfriend now, I'mma ask him Say you gotta put the good with the bad, happy and the
up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us in gold
is a bit much The style, wanna keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare
flow is a bit much The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare
flow is a bit much The style, wanna keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and
is fin to be straight I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me Bought me a double up, now it's all about comin up I'ma pay ya back next
got tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of the
fast to plea Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up like Master P F.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V The first
made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad